Airshow

Went for a cycle around the beautiful sunny Lake District on the other side of Windermere from all the tourists to watch a Vulcan Bomber slowly and gracefully dance over-head.

Followed by the Red Arrows weaving their intricate lattice across the sky.


Ending up back at home firing up the home-made chiminea, drinking beer and eating meat.

Holiday Snaps

I can't quite believe that in just 10 days we took about 500 photos; ah the joy of digital photography. Every once in a while it does the soul good to immerse oneself in the great outdoors and do wholesome activities rather than just music and motorbikes. Don't get me wrong- I took a guitar and was pining for a motorbike the whole time. Beyond that we climbed mountains, cycled over big hills, scrambled up and down avalanches (for want of a better word) and finally barbecued on beautiful white sandy beaches while smoking big cigars and drinking fine whiskey. Sure we had midges, a force 11 gail and some rain but I kid you not, the rest of the time was almost tropical. I also came back with some of the finast Harris Tweed known to man to satisfy my cloth fetish.

Kelvin

Alas, try as we might, we could not rescue this poor fellow from his misfortune; and he only 40 miles from his final objective- Folkestone to Stornoway by 1970s racer in the finest Harris Tweed. Broken down in Tarbert due to defective tyre.

Secret weapons testing over Ullswater

Orange P7 One. Single speed. No bells, no whistles, all bike.